Calvin Cambridge

(album: Hunger Games 1 - 2017)

(BOOGZY)

And I was in the hood when it was all good
We had three for the tens, trap niggas (Trap niggas)
My lil' woadie just sold me a Rollie, he swore up and down, "It's one of these rap niggas" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We flexing and finessing, all my niggas on the same shit
Nigga switched to rapping, all my niggas on the gang shit
Youngest nigga balling hard like I'm Calvin Cambridge
Youngest nigga balling hard like I'm Calvin Cambridge

Young nigga balling hard, pass the ball and I'ma shoot it (Shoot it)
Bet I score, I swear I deserve a movie (Movie)
Slide on his block and lil' bro start shooting
My niggas running, maneuvering and moving
"Oh Lord, it's the chop out boys" (Chop out)
They said, "Oh Lord, it's the dumb out boys" (Dumb out)
Money be my motivation ever since a young dude
Niggas know the situation every time I come through (Come through)
We was kicking doors, nigga, you was in the house (Woah)
We was selling soap every time we seen a drought (Skrr, skrr)
Put the dope behind the stove, put the flame in the couch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't love the ho, fuck the ho, in and out
Bust in her mouth and then I get rid of you (Bye, bye)
I been a fool ever since I was in middle school
High school three, fuck tests, we gas up the mid
I made my power move and been broke ever since
But the hood ain't the same
Niggas either gotta agree that they buried under or a judge gave 'em a jersey number
I had to leave the trap, that ain't where it's at
But if I make it with this rapping, I'm giving back

And I was in the hood when it was all good
We had three for the tens, trap niggas (Trap niggas)
My lil' woadie just sold me a Rollie, he swore up and down, "It's one of these rap niggas" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We flexing and finessing, all my niggas on the same shit
Nigga switched to rapping, all my niggas on the gang shit
Youngest nigga balling hard like I'm Calvin Cambridge
Youngest nigga balling hard like I'm Calvin Cambridge

What you know 'bout stolos, trying to relax?
Running wild with your strap, catching burglaries back-to-back (Boom)
What you know 'bout JDC days, having blackouts and shit? (Yeah)
It felt like RAW versus SmackDown and shit
Niggas talking, hitting licks, and we plot for cocaine
Fighting over snack time, ain't down on no games
Locked down 'cause you're 'bout your check
Don't wanna go to no program so you pray for house arrest (Oh, woah, woah)
Shit ain't sweet, got yourself under oath
In all blue clothes, nobody answering for me
Reminiscing on the days, the place you call home
But shit ain't the same, everybody dead and gone
It's all wrong
Who would've known we'd lose niggas to the cell or the homicides? (Homicides)
Who would've knew the grass is brown on the other side? (The other side)
Would would've thought that we'd ever see the day? (Day)
That sky's would be gray, other side of the gates

And I was in the hood when it was all good
We had three for the tens, trap niggas (Trap niggas)
My lil' woadie just sold me a Rollie, he swore up and down, "It's one of these rap niggas" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We flexing and finessing, all my niggas on the same shit
Nigga switched to rapping, all my niggas on the gang shit
Youngest nigga balling hard like I'm Calvin Cambridge
Youngest nigga balling hard like I'm Calvin Cambridge